I teach kendo in Tokyo

Two days later.

Somewhere in the mountains of Northern Mutsu.

The wolf god opened his eyes and immediately realized that he was asleep.

"It's actually you." He said to the river filled with floating lanterns in front of him, "You still like to engage in these pomps as before."

The dream-eating tapir rode the painted boat down the river and came to Shantaro.

"I didn't expect you to hide in such an isolated mountain."

"It's not isolated from the world." The Wolf God shook his head, "At least the postal system can still deliver packages here. Although it only comes once every half month, it's enough for me."

"Are you really reading human novels?" Dream Eater Tapir was shocked, "You have changed, Shantaro."

The giant white wolf that was still shaking its head suddenly froze: "Eh? Where did you know that name?"

"The big fox's current male favorite told me directly."

The giant wolf laughed loudly: "Male favorite? Do you really think so? You will suffer a loss if you underestimate him."

"It seems that you have a good impression of him?" Dream-Eating Tapir stared at the giant wolf without a smile in his eyes.

"It's not bad. Although he likes to interrupt others, is rude, and likes to call people random names, but overall, he is a good young man. So he just wanted to laugh at me for being called "Santaro" by humans. Name?"

"Of course not. I'm here to tell you that I found a way to revive the mystery." The Dream-Eating Tapir looked at Shantaro seriously.

Shantaro frowned: "Have you found a way to make the Soviet Union determined to launch an attack?"

"What?" Dream Eater Tapir frowned, "What is the Soviet Union?"

"Superpower, the other pole on the other side of the Iron Curtain, you don't even know this, do you? Then how do you trigger a nuclear war to destroy human civilization and revive the mystery?"

Dream-Eating Tapir: "What are you talking about?"

Shantaro: "What are you talking about? You have not understood human society at all after all these years?"

"Of course I understand. I have had offspring with many human women, but I don't understand anything about the Soviet Union."

Shantaro: "Isn't it? The international society of human beings is very interesting, and if you look carefully, you can find some traces of foreign monster activities."

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Dream-eating Tapir shook his nose, "Do you want to come with me and burn the human world to ashes?"

"No." Shantaro refused decisively.

"Why?"

"Because in my opinion, the human world will inevitably perish, and we just have to wait. You see, I am living a comfortable life in this mountain without consuming demon power as much as possible. When humans perish, I will go back to take over Their world will be better. But by that time, the earth is probably devastated, and it will take thousands or hundreds of years to recover. However, after the mysterious resurgence, I have plenty of time to slowly clean up everything from scratch."

Dream Eater stared at Shantaro for a few seconds, then nodded: "Okay. In that case, I have to do it myself."

"I wish you good luck." After saying that, Shantaro watched the dream-eating tapir's boat gradually move away as it set sail again.

**

Kazuma's side.

After that, Kiryu Dojo and his party stayed in the mountains for more than a week.

Sonny Music is guaranteed for three weeks, and all the money has been given.

Anyway, Kazuma knew what was going on with the bacteria, so he wasn't worried about it at all.

After all, biological weapons using bacteria as carriers are too weak. There were no antibiotics back then, and the only way to deal with bacteria was serum. The preparation, storage and use of serum are very troublesome, so bacterial weapons have such practical significance. .

However, during World War II, Americans took the lead in mass-producing penicillin, and the significance of bacterial weapons suddenly dropped.

During the Korean War, the United States also used bacteriological weapons against the Volunteer Army. At that time, China's penicillin production capacity was very small, and theoretically it should be effective. As a result, after the Volunteer Army discovered bacteriological warfare, they launched anti-bacterial warfare activities by advocating hand washing and drinking boiled water. This kind of method has suppressed the effects of bacterial weapons.

So Kazuma was not afraid at all. Anyway, he was not allergic to antibiotics, and this outdated bacterial weapon dug out of the soil probably did not have any resistance.

So many people would have died before simply because this ravine place did not prepare a large amount of antibiotics.

Kazuma was actually very surprised. When he just graduated in his previous life, he rented a house in the urban-rural fringe area for a while to save money. He relied on the barefoot doctor in the village who didn't know whether he had a license or not for medical treatment. The doctor would treat you first no matter what the disease was. Fight antibiotics.

According to Hema's understanding, there may not be regular doctors in such rural areas, but antibiotics are enough.

Who knows what's going on in Japan.

No matter what, there is definitely no shortage of antibiotics in the hot spring street now, so Kazuma has no worries and continues to live there with his apprentices and sister. After his morning exercise every morning, he goes up to the mountain to soak in the hot springs, and comes back in the evening to play games and read books. He is very happy. .

The people in Sony Music are not as relaxed as He Ma. They may be more worried about getting sick if they continue to stay, and then asking for leave to affect their work, so they leave as soon as the blockade is over.

Other tourists who came to the hot spring street also left immediately as soon as the blockade ended. No one wanted to stay in an epidemic area where a lot of people died.

As a result, August has not yet arrived, and the hot spring streets, which are originally the peak tourist season, have become deserted.

However, the Ground Self-Defense Force and biological experts from Tokyo are still stationed near the hot spring street. They will go to the hot spring street to eat and consume, which should be able to make up for some losses of the locals.

On the morning of July 24, Kazuma finished his usual morning exercise and was about to take Mikako and the others to the hot springs in the mountains, but he was stopped at the front entrance of the hotel.

It was the CIA operator who came to him last time: "Kizuma Kiryu, do you have time now?"

Kazuma turned to look at Mikako, who was carrying a bag of water toys.

Mikako: "Ah, I suddenly want to drink milk. I'll buy a box first. Do you want it, Kazuma?"

"Bring me a box too."

"Understood!" Mikako saluted Kazuma, turned around and ran back.

Hinami Rina happened to come out with a folded deck chair. When he saw Mikako, he asked doubtfully: "What's wrong? Don't you want to go up the mountain?"

Mikako picked up Hinami Rina and dragged her back.

Kazuma looked at the American, recalled the other person's name and said, "Mr. Smith? We haven't seen you for more than a week, right? Come sit inside for a while?"

"No, no need." Smith waved his hand, "I'm here to say goodbye to you, Mr. Kiryu. The CIA's mission here is over."

Kazuma: "That's right. But why did you come to say goodbye to me? I'm just a college student spending my time here having fun."

Smith didn't answer. He stared at Kazuma for a long time before sighing heavily: "I don't think you would speak if I asked you."

"It depends on what you ask." Kazuma spread his hands, "Generally speaking, as long as you don't ask for private information such as my apprentice's measurements, I will be happy to cooperate."

Smith stared at Kazuma and slowly reached into his windbreaker, as if he was about to draw a gun.

He Ma was also prepared to deal with it, tensing his nerves and waiting for Smith to attack.

As a result, Smith took out a green ticket-that is, U.S. dollars.

He held the lower edge of the dollar bill and showed it to Kazuma like a referee showing a red card on the court.

Kazuma looked at him with confusion.

Smith was speechless, took out his wallet and put the dollars back.

Kazuma: "What are you doing? Why can't I understand? What's in that dollar bill?"

Smith: "Don't worry. It seems like you really don't know."

Kazuma: "Know what? The All-Seeing Eye and Freemasonry? And the Templars?"

Smith stopped and looked at Kazuma as if he was under a petrification spell.

Kazuma also frowned: "Uh, no, right? I'm just talking nonsense.

“Besides, the all-seeing eye on the dollar has always been a popular urban legend.

"The Freemasons founded the United States, and the Templars found King Solomon's treasure and smuggled him into the United States. They are all clichés, just like the Roswell incident and Area 51."

Smith grinned at Kazuma: "Yes, there are also crop circles in the UK and Nazca paintings in Peru. They are all popular urban legends now."

Kazuma: "Don't forget the Loch Ness Monster and Bermuda."

"Yes, there is also the Loch Ness Monster and Bermuda." Smith paused, stared into Kazuma's eyes, and said without warning, "But what if these are actually true?"

Kazuma laughed loudly: "Then I will definitely look for the wild mallet snake first."

The Japanese's passion for wild hammer snakes is well known.

As long as the information about sightings of wild hammer snakes spreads, a large number of enthusiasts will get wind of it and search for it all over the mountains and fields.

Smith also laughed: "That's right. Wild hammer snake, haha, wild hammer snake."

He put the dollar bill into his wallet and stuffed the wallet into the inner pocket of his windbreaker.

"Then, farewell, Mr. Kiryu."

Kazuma frowned: "You came here just to talk to me about this?"

"This is no nonsense." Smith looked at Kazuma and considered it for a moment, "You have been targeted by the organization that printed itself on the U.S. dollar."

Kazuma: "Why is the Fed targeting me?"

Smith spread his hands: "I don't know. Maybe you can ask them yourself. I originally hoped that you could tell me some information about this mysterious behind-the-scenes organization."

Kazuma: "Then I don't understand. Are you investigating an organization that prints its logo on U.S. dollars? Are you not an American? That organization should be your boss, right?"

"Because of curiosity." Smith shrugged. "I originally thought that the world I live in is secretive enough, but I didn't expect that there are even more secretive things. As an intelligence agent, it's normal to be curious, right?"

Kazuma nodded: "Understandable."

"Actually, I'm personally very curious about you, Mr. Kiryu. I always feel that Miss Akanishi's condition is not as simple as playing crazy and getting soaked in the rain at night."

Kazuma: "I'm very sorry about Miss Akanishi. I will visit her often and do my best to help her parents."

Kazuma was just talking about the situation, he didn't want to visit the murderer's parents.

Of course, I say this mainly to pretend to be stupid with Smith.

Smith stared at Kazuma with a faint smile for a few seconds, then shook his head: "Farewell."

He turned and walked toward the hotel door.

Kazuma kept looking at Smith's back thoughtfully.

**

When they arrived outside the hotel, Smith made a gesture to Li, who was smoking against the car door outside the hotel, and then the two got in the car together.

After getting in the car, Smith stared at the satellite phone installed in the car.

In the days before mobile phones, car satellite phones were the most advanced mobile communication devices.

Smith's car was modified and the entire roof was transformed into a one-piece antenna.

The satellite phone didn't ring.

Smith originally thought that he would get a warning or something after reminding Kiryu to pay attention to those who use the all-seeing eye as a sign.

He hopes to once again establish contact with this organization hidden behind the scenes.

However, his expectations were dashed.

Either those people are not as powerful as Smith imagined and are unaware of Smith's small act of betrayal.

Or they just don't care.

They never contacted Smith again after that contact that night.

This made Smith feel left out.

In the past, he had always felt that he was one of the best agents in the Far East Bureau, and that sooner or later he would hold a high position in the CIA. He might even become the CIA director and sit in front of the president as a staff member.

But now, Smith, who has rich experience and outstanding achievements, was called to pick up a strong man who jumped from the blackbird, and then threw him aside.

They didn't even include Smith in the hunt for the KGB agent a week earlier.

In those days, the entire Far East Bureau was like a hornet's nest that had been poked. Everyone was busy, but Smith was left in this ravine to supervise the Japanese as they slowly dealt with the bacteria.

Smith sat in the car, lit a cigarette, and smoked impatiently.

Li, who was sitting in the passenger seat, opened the window to let the air circulate, and at the same time looked at Smith in confusion: "What's wrong with you? You look like a troubled child."

"A little bit unpleasant."

Li shrugged and asked: "What are we waiting for? Shouldn't we leave here and return to Tokyo as soon as possible? Although I personally want to spend a few more days in this beautiful place, but after all, we are driving with taxpayers' money. Where’s the salary?”

Smith exhaled a large puff of smoke and flicked the ashes.

Just at this time, Kazuma led several girls out of the hotel and headed up the mountain.

Li muttered: "Look at that guy, I really hope his waist can bear it."

Smith also looked at Kiryu and his party, his eyes following their figures until they disappeared on the stone steps leading to the top of the mountain.

He put out his cigarette in the car ashtray, looked at the satellite phone one last time, then started the car, circled the parking lot, and went down the long slope.

**

Welfare Technology Headquarters, the office of President Horon Aikawa.

This room is more like a collection room of a magician than the office of the president of a cutting-edge technology product company.

A complete bear skin carpet is spread out on the office floor, and various shields and masks full of the flavor of the South American jungle are hung on the walls.

The incense burner bought in India was placed in the corner, and wisps of green smoke came out of the incense burner.

Aikawa Horon sat behind a large desk, and an unknown lion head decoration hung on the wall behind him.

He looked at the visitor in front of him and threw the business card he just got on the table.

"Mr. Genji Shigehiro, can I ask how you got past my guard?"

"Just letting them daydream a little bit."

Horon Aikawa's expression suddenly changed, from the condescending expression just now to an approachable business smile: "So...are you a monster? Or a god?"

"It seems like this isn't the first time you've seen an inhuman thing." Genji Shigehiro grinned, "That would be much easier. I thought I needed to show off my abilities."

"Of course it would be better if I could show it. But I also know that now that there is a mysterious decline, you have to use your power with caution, so there is no need to force it. You just need to tell me..." Aikawa Horoutu took out a book by Mizuki Shigeru from the drawer. The Monster Illustrated Book, "Who are you here?"

Genji Shigehiro stared at the name of the author Mizuki Shigeru on the cover of the illustrated book for a few seconds before he said: "I am the Dream-Eating Tapir, a monster that controls dreams."

Horutaka Aikawa was overjoyed: "Great! We happen to have a psychological experiment related to dreams in progress! May I ask how much you know about modern human psychology?"

Genji Shigehiro smiled slightly: "I didn't know much about it originally. But due to some coincidences, I learned a lot of relevant knowledge through my descendants."

"Oh? Then this heir, please be sure to let him join the club."

Genji Shigehiro shook his head: "I'm afraid it won't work. She will spend her whole life in a vegetative state in a hospital bed."

Horon Aikawa asked solemnly: "What happened?"

"Kiryu Kazuma, you should know, right?"

Aikawa Horon's expression froze, and then became ferocious: "Of course I know, he ruined my good deeds, and then provoked me."

The corner of Shigehiro Genji's lips raised: "Then we have a common enemy."

In fact, Shigehiro Genji - also known as the Dream-Eating Tapir - didn't care about "revenge" on Kazuma. After all, he knew that things would turn out like this when he abandoned Akanishi.

He just said this to reach a smoother cooperative relationship with Aikawa Horon.

Aikawa Horon stood up and reached out to him: "In that case, let us work together."

Genji Shigehiro also stood up and held Aikawa Horataka's hand.

After shaking hands, Genji Shigehiro was about to let go, but found that Aikawa Horataka had no intention of letting go.

"Mr. Genji Shigehiro," Aikawa Horataka said with a smile, "Reviving the mystery is also one of my goals. You don't have to go around like this. How can you monsters avenge a heir?"

Genji Shigehiro also smiled: "I'm sorry, I underestimated you, Mr. Aikawa. It seems that you have a cooperative relationship with more than one big monster. Is it convenient for us to meet? After all, it is not easy to meet old friends in this situation. "

Horon Aikawa shook his head and said, "I'm afraid you will be disappointed. You are the first Japanese monster I have ever seen."

After saying that, he finally let go of Genji Shigehiro's hand.

After withdrawing his right hand, he used his left hand to adjust the ring that had fallen off when shaking hands.

The disc bearing the symbol of the All-Seeing Eye is turned to the front.

Genji Shigehiro glanced at the sign and frowned.

"Let's talk about detailed cooperation matters now." Aikawa Norong said.